This World seems so Big
As We Live in It,
As We Give Ourselves so Freely to Our Own Pain.
Such a Shame It is,
How Hard to Give Up What We Know So Well,
With No One to Blame
And Nothing Left to Claim
But Ourselves.
The Truth of What Is and What has Been Done
And What is Still to Come,
Can Only be Understood in Retrospect.
In Finding the Beauty of Respecting What has Come Before Us,
And What is Right in Front of Us.
Don’t Try Too Hard to Figure Out Your Life.
Just Live it and Give Your Heart
To All that You Love and Believe.
Because that is Where Truth Is,
That is Where True Beauty Lives.
That is Where Divine Light Evolves
And Dissolves any Pain or Anger
That is Still Hiding in the Dark Corners of Your Mind.
And Dissolves any Pain or Anger
That is Still Hiding in the Dark Corners of Your Mind.
© Flora Lark Baily, 2010
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| Winter evening at the edge of the forest; photo by Tony Russell |
2 comments:
I love the Zen spirit of this poem. "Don't Try Too Hard to Figure Out Your Life" is in the great spiritual tradition. Spirituality isn't about analysis; it's about waking up!
Your wisdom is so amazing----but I am amazed by you every time I read something you wrote or even listen to you talk. The form of the poem and the way the words sound are also pleasing elements. Keep on writing! Love you, Jean
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